Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.